God Slayer Chronicles 18 Birthday Party

The current Yang Chi, although only six could only be described as dashing, there was no doubt in Snow's mind that when within ten years he will be breaking girls' hearts with a single stare.

After Snow practically dragged him out of the door, she took him straight to his parents' estate which looked like a manor house compare to his little shack, "d.a.m.n mortals…" Yang Chi grumbled in jealousy and disdain for his current predicament.

Snow pulled him by the sleeve, knocking on the giant red door with an intertwining sun and moon.

"How droll, oh a sun and moon what symbolism… what's next a dragon and a phoenix?"

"Pardon young master?" Snow asked, tilting her head, curious about her young masters mumbling words.

She knew that although he was young, usually he was very compliant, at the moment though he kept mumbling and cursing in some strange language…

"No worries Snow. I'm just nervous of course… there are going to be three fairies of major families outside of the Zi Kingdom, how could I not be nervous?" Yang Chi found a quick excuse rather than outright stating that he's seen b.a.l.l.s like this a thousand times over in his previous life, in the end, something always goes wrong.

"If I get engaged tonight, I swear by the heavens that I'll never live it down. I refuse to become a cliché!" He growled in the inside.

A middle-aged man answered the door with two children clinging to back, "Chi'er you're finally here, I thought I'd be able to leave for a while to come find you." The man was Yang Fu; he had disheveled hair and bloodshot eyes.

"Having daughters and responsibility for the first time agrees with you." Yang Chi smirked.

Yang Fu raised his upper lip, and his eyes widened, as he was about to slap the brat, he heard a woman call out, "What little Fu-Fu, do you not love spending time with your family?!"

Yang Fu felt shivers down his spine, "No darling, of course, I do. How could I not? Ha! Get in here boy!"

"Oh, there's my handsome young man." Ru Yi hugged Yang Chi, kissing his forehead and cheeks. Indeed, this woman had changed, the once lifeless hag had become a feisty young maiden…although his father didn't look the better for it.

"Although you may not be the only young man." She took a coy smile while rubbing her belly.

"How lucky could I be, three children in six years and now another on the way, the heavens have truly blessed me." Yang Fu said as if he had rehea.r.s.ed his lines, which caused Ru Yi to smile even harder!

"We do it for the first time in two years and what do I get, another one…" Yang Fu mumbled under his breath.

"What! Did! You! Just! Say!" Ru Yi yelled in fury.

Yang Fu's face went pale as if saying, "I didn't just mutter that out loud did I?"

"Chi'er, Snow take your sister. Go ahead to the ball, your father, and I need to have a little chat." Ru Yi plied the sisters off of Yang Fu's back, handing them to Yang Chi and Snow, then shooing them out the door.

The whole process was a foreign concept to Yang Chi, who found it incredibly awkward. He felt the radiating killing intent that was being leaked by his mother, who by the way had broken through to Coloured Star Realm.

He and Snow quickly took the plant twins as Yang Chi so eloquently named them and left, briskly walking up the red tile path towards the Yang Clan main hall.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Yang Chi asked.

"Oh, of course, all couples disagree from time to time. But they love each-"

Bang!

A body shot out of from the marble wall scattering debris around the red tile path.

"You b.a.s.t.a.r.d! You dare say that in front of someone else! In front on me!" The four turned around stunned at the scene.

Yang Hua whispered to Yang Chi, "Mama gets angry a lot recently."

She was genuinely concerned for her father's safety, while on the other hand, Yang Ci was giggling, "Haha! Daddy goes boom through the wall!"

Yang Chi frowned, perhaps he shouldn't have given his mother that cultivation technique. After all, he'd heard stories of how his mother had pummelled his father within an inch of his life when they first met!

A cold chill went down his spine, shivering slightly. "Dear G.o.d, that better not be a premonition."

"Come on, nothing to see here! Up the mountain!" Yang Chi quickly shouted, rushing them all up to the mountain.

***

Two hours later it was a predictable scene; Yang Chi was hanging around awkwardly, rubbing his neck and looking at his feet, while others were dancing around laughing, singing and drinking. He'd never thrived at events like this, even when he was a member of the Sha Clan all he would do was wait for the night to end, possibly discussing poetry with others.

Although Yang Chi couldn't appreciate it, it was a lavish event. The walls of the great hall were coated with an elegant drape which was embraided fabulously with scenes from an ancient battle, where a man that was made of ice wielded a staff, fighting against a demonic being, while accompanied by an entourage of people who were cheering for him.

At the top, it was inscribed, "The Tale of w.a.n.g Zhu."

Yang Chi rubbed his chin, as he'd never encountered this name before and such a remarkable figure surely wasn't born in his time.

"Ahh the tale of w.a.n.g Zhu, it's indeed incredible." An old figure came from behind him.

"Forgive me for interrupting your train of thought Young Master Yang," the old man smiled.

"There's no need to apologize senior…?" Yang Chi paused, never having seen this old man in a bright white robe before.

"Haha, that's right. We haven't met yet." The old man laughed.

"Yet?" Yang Chi tilted his head, confused by the old man's words.

"So, it would seem. My name is Kew.a.n.g Tian, remember my name. It may cause you to encounter a great fortune in the future." Kew.a.n.g Tian smiled, while Yang Chi was confused beyond belief.

"Why are you here?" Yang Chi went to ask, but the old man in a white robe had disappeared from the hall…

Yang Chi could only frown, he hadn't felt a single fluctuation from Kew.a.n.g Tian before, he obviously wasn't a cultivator from the Forgotten Valley.

Swish…

A note floated about in the air, which Yang Chi immediately grabbed.

"A wise man once told me that you could only forge a true sword in the heart of a dying star. Like so only a true genius no matter how talented can only be forged in the hearts of his enemies."

Yang Chi choked as he read the words, and his eyes widened. Surprised, to say the least, he hadn't heard these words in a long time.

He used to utter them to the youth of different races who were afraid to fight.

"P.S. Don't be too preoccupied on regaining a body gifted by the heavens. Yin-Yang is an expression of the heavens in its most eloquent form, see you soon – Kew.a.n.g Tian."

Shivers went down Yang Chi's spine; he'd never encountered somebody like this Kew.a.n.g Tian in his previous life. How did he know so much about him? Where did he come from?

As these questions bounced about through his heard, he heard the gentle clink of a spoon against a gla.s.s. Thrice it rang out.

A man in a crimson robe covered with sapphires and a golden sun was the cause of it, Ancestor Yang Gou.

"Good evening everybody, I hope you've all had pleasant journeys and found the food delightful. I requested to borrow the Zi family's personal chef for this evening."

"First off, I would like to apologize for this late announcement; I was waiting for our young Yang Chi's parents to arrive… unfortunately, I hear my grandson is currently unconscious." Yang Gou grimaced, while the others in the room were shocked and gasped.

"Not to worry," he chuckled, "Young love isn't always smooth sailing."

Most of the people in the room laughed, while several old wrinkly faced men just nodded while profusely sweating. A third lot looked over to their wives and smiled in desperation, as if saying, "This old kook is talking nonsense, my dear!"